After eating a bowl of casserole seafood noodles in the cafeteria, Xia Xi hurried back to the dormitory, sat down at the table, imported all the photos in the camera into the computer, and slowly admired them one by one.
In the past, she would secretly save photos of Xu Yanfeng taken by others on Tieba, but now she also has her own exclusive ones.
Xia Xi wanted to retouch the photo, but after looking at it, he found that there was no need to retouch it at all. He didn't even need to add any filters, the original photo was so handsome.
The shockingly expensive camera produces a different effect, showing off many details, such as his curled eyelashes, the small black mole on the side of his ear, and the veins in his arms. Of course, the main reason is the excellent conditions of the person in the photo.
Xia Xi held her chin and admired the pictures alone, then picked out a few that she particularly liked and set them as her phone and computer wallpapers.
She wanted to share the photo with the person involved, so she sent him a WeChat message to ask for his opinion. However, he didn't mention the photo at all, but instead paid attention to her new nickname.
What happened to her nickname?
I only love XYF and Xu Yanfeng. Is there any problem with that?
Isn’t a nickname just an expression of personal preferences, status, and emotions?
Her current preference is Xu Yanfeng, her status is to love Xu Yanfeng, and her emotion is to love only Xu Yanfeng. So there is nothing wrong with this nickname, and she doesn't want to change it.
Xia Xi noticed that the words "The other party is typing" flashed several times in the upper left corner of the screen, but no message was sent from the other side. She understood and raised the corners of her lips slightly.
The wise and brave Xu Yanfeng was speechless after being blocked by her.
Xia Xi didn't want the conversation to end there, so he brought the topic back to where it had gone off track: "Let me send you a copy of the photo. You definitely don't know what you look like on the court. You're so handsome."
Without waiting for his reply, Xia Xi sent him a bunch of photos.
Over at Desheng Building, roommates and teammates were still devouring meat and drinking wine, and the box was filled with laughter. Xu Yanfeng had a poor appetite and had put down his chopsticks, but he did not leave the table. He was holding the cup and drinking coconut milk.
Chen Mian poured him a glass of cold beer, but he pushed it aside with the back of his hand without touching it.
Suddenly, the phone started ringing non-stop, all with message alerts, so frequent that it sounded like the alarm of some machine malfunction.
Xu Yanfeng knew it was Xia Xi causing trouble again, but he couldn't help but open WeChat, where he was flooded with photos. The last one was a dunk by him, his explosive power so strong that the hem of his jersey was lifted as his arm rose, revealing his cool, thin, well-defined muscles, which were covered with sweat and had sunk into his pants.
I don’t know what device Xia Xi used to take the photo, but it’s so clear. It’s definitely not a mobile phone.
By the way, he remembered glancing over during the intermission and saw her holding a large camera in her arms, like a professional paparazzi.
Wei Ai XYF: "My photography skills are average, but you are good-looking enough, so I can take amazing pictures."
Wei Ai XYF: "Have you seen the last one? His abs are so sexy."
Xu Yanfeng choked and coughed. The refreshing coconut water got stuck in his throat, and suddenly it felt too sweet. He put down his cup and switched to another glass of ice beer. He swallowed it, and finally diluted the sweet taste.
"Stop staring at your phone. Is there a hand pulling you from inside the phone?" Chen Mian picked up a thick piece of mutton with a fork and leaned forward as he spoke, wanting to know what Xu Yanfeng was looking at that made him so engrossed.
Xu Yanfeng's reaction speed has never been so fast. He flipped his wrist and put the phone upside down on the table, trying to hide it: "Nothing."
He had never lost his composure like this before. Chen Mian immediately became suspicious. Combining the content of their conversation, he guessed the truth: "He's chatting with Xia Xi, my junior."
He didn't even use a question mark, his tone was very firm.
Xu Yanfeng lifted the rim of his glass with three fingers and clinked it with Chen Mian's: "Drink your wine."
Chen Mian picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp, not even mentioning the topic: "I just heard from them that after the audience had left, Xia Xi made a bet with you: if she could make a three-pointer, you would add her on WeChat. She won."
His phone had just been buzzing rapidly. Wasn't that the sound of WeChat messages? Lots of them.
The answer is no doubt Xia Xi.
Chen Mian has figured out Xu Yanfeng's routine. He is very open and honest about other things, but when it comes to things related to Xia Xi, he becomes secretive, commonly known as playing dumb.
"It's already quite good that you've chased a girl this far. If you really have feelings for her, that's enough. Stop being so reserved." Chen Mian spoke to him more and more boldly, perhaps because he had drunk too much wine. "I'm afraid you haven't looked in the mirror--"
Xu Yanfeng showed no displeasure and asked him, "What does it have to do with whether you look in the mirror or not?"
Chen Mian used a corkscrew to pry open a bottle of new wine, poured it into a glass, and added some to Xu Yanfeng's glass as well: "I want you to see yourself. You've been hooked by your junior sister Xia Xi, and you're still pretending to be deep."
Xu Yanfeng refused to acknowledge him: "If you say another nonsense word, you will pay for tonight."
Chen Mian shuddered when he thought of the number on the bill, and immediately became honest. He stopped talking to Xu Yanfeng, picked up the wine glass, turned around and hooked his arm around Fang Huaiyuan's neck, and pretended to be good friends with him: "Come on, clink one!"
Xu Yanfeng took two sips of wine, picked up the phone on the table, took a look at WeChat, and found that Xia Xi had withdrawn the message "abdominal muscles are so sexy".
*
After taking a shower, Xia Xi sat on a chair, hugging her knees, and looked through the chat history between her and Xu Yanfeng. She remembered the lesson from last time and was worried that she would be locked up in the small black room again if she crossed the line with her words, so she withdrew the message that was a bit out of line.
I don’t know if Xu Yanfeng saw it.
Zhao Lei passed by Xia Xi and saw her finger pressing on the phone screen, sliding back and forth. She only saw the WeChat chat interface and didn't see anything else. She asked curiously, "Who are you chatting with? You look so confused."
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